And then what happened
On the morning of September 24, 2016, my husband David died suddenly. There was a large aneurysm in his brain - his brain exploded. He had little warning and very little time of pain. We were together at home.
Although his brain was destroyed, many parts of his body were potentially suitable for re-use by other people. So the family and I, and David's two best friends, said good bye to a breathing, warm body. But I had seen him die and knew, confirmed by medical people, that he was, as they say so clinically, brain dead.
During the hours, days and months that followed I have had lots of time to think about him and reflect on this experience of grief.
This blog is about some of those reflections. It is not in order and it is not a history. While our life together was intricately woven with that of my children and their families, this is not about them. Their grieving is theirs and it is private.
Neither is it a request for help or encouragement. I am very fortunate to have access to those things.
Just a collection of images transcribed into words, some questions, and some memories.
Although his brain was destroyed, many parts of his body were potentially suitable for re-use by other people. So the family and I, and David's two best friends, said good bye to a breathing, warm body. But I had seen him die and knew, confirmed by medical people, that he was, as they say so clinically, brain dead.
During the hours, days and months that followed I have had lots of time to think about him and reflect on this experience of grief.
This blog is about some of those reflections. It is not in order and it is not a history. While our life together was intricately woven with that of my children and their families, this is not about them. Their grieving is theirs and it is private.
Neither is it a request for help or encouragement. I am very fortunate to have access to those things.
Just a collection of images transcribed into words, some questions, and some memories.
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